- Field Day |
- Buildings Alive |
- Visions |
- CLGBT |
- Green Community |
- Fun & Free S#!T |
- Crossword |
- CL Space |
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Don't screw your best friend
Posted by Ginger Ale on Tue, Nov 17, 2009 at 10:42 PM
Don't fuck your best friend. This rule seems obvious enough, and yet I couldn't help testing it.
We've have been friends since high school, but since we had sex, we barely talk anymore. I’m uncomfortable around him, and being around me hurts him. I don’t want to have sex with him and he still wants to have sex with me. Sex has put a huge strain on our friendship and his sanity. I keep thinking of the recent story in the news about the male best friend who kidnapped, tied up, and took naked photos of his female best friend in hopes of blackmailing her into having sex with him once a week. Not a good way to get sex.
What started this mess was me telling him he had the perfect penis. It seemed the right length and girth with a curve to the left that would hit my g-spot continuously. His telling me how much his dick loved my pussy is what ended our tryst. You know how I feel about the love word and when it slips out, the cumming has to stop.
His exact words were, “like crazy, I love you lots,” to be followed with, “I’m horny and have been. Trying to behave around you would be hard. I know you don’t want to hear that from me, I’m sorry.”
If he knew I didn’t want to hear this and it was going to make our friendship weird, why did he say it? What makes it worse is that my so called best friend started off by telling me he wanted a relationship and if I wanted to try something new, I could pay the bills and he’d pay to get my nails done. WTF? I broke up with the Adonis because he wouldn’t financially contribute to our living together. I’m not about to do that again. Apparently my best friend hadn’t been listening close enough, or just thought his dick was so good I’d forget to ask him for half the rent.
When I graciously declined his offer, telling him I’m not ready for a relationship, he then told me neither was he. All he wanted was “some of that good pussy.” This only made things worse. He doesn’t want to date me, only use me for sex. Somewhere along the line he turned crazy and completely forgot about our friendship.
He used to send me pictures of vaginas thinking this would make me want to have sex with him. Somewhere in his craziness he forgot “I heart cock.” I had to tell him that the vaginas weren’t doing anything for me. Now he sends me picture messages of cocks and asks me if I want some. No, not really. I know what your phone number is if I wanted to fuck.
I’m really upset, but I only have myself to blame. My lack of sex boundaries and limitations is what allowed me to say yes to his advances originally. We had complained to each other about past relationship problems and sexual encounters. I didn’t know this was fueling his desire for me. I just thought we were really good friends. He advanced and I got curious. We both wanted to know how good the sex between us would be. It was great, as long as it was just sex. The minute it wasn’t, things got weird. But that’s what happens when you fuck your best friend.
Latest in Daily Loaf
-
Think Globally, Act Locally: Supporting area music at The Local Revolt
Some of the best bands within 100 miles of Tampa Bay play a new local music series
-
Is focus on social issues a distraction, or the path to victory for Republicans in 2012?
Ron Paul appears to be the lone Republican candidate who's critical of the party's excitement about a culture war.
-
Will we keep getting Tampa Bay Rays stadium stories with no news?
New stadium? The real question is whether the Rays can fill up their current one.
- More »
Top Commenters
Comments (0)